Chapter 115

Chapter 115
The next morning, the camp was humming with the low, focused energy of soldiers preparing for battle.

​Axton and Ren were in their tent, laying out equipment. Axton watched Ren's methodical movements, pride evident in his eyes.

​"So, the plan stands: Kael and Dorian use the jammed signal window to hit the data centre, while Rhys's team and Vance's people secure the perimeter," Ren confirmed, strapping a weapon holster to his thigh.

​"That's right," Axton replied, securing his own harness. "We wait until the signal is secure. Then, we go on foot. No vehicle can manage that terrain, and we don't want to draw more attention than necessary."

​Ren nodded, running a hand through his hair. "It still feels like bait. Like we're giving General Conan exactly what he wants—a target we can't ignore, leading us into an area where he has the advantage."

​"It is a trap, love," Axton said, his voice hard. "But it's the only one that leads to the information we need. We don't have time to detour. We just have to be the smarter, faster side of the equation." He walked over, his eyes serious. "Look at me, Renault. You lead the Beast-bound, Rhys leads the regulars, and I lead the charge. We move as one unit. We will find that signal, and we will get out."

​Ren took a deep breath, meeting Axton's gaze. The worry was still there, but determination now eclipsed it. "Understood, Captain. Let's finish this." He leaned up and kissed Axton briefly.

Axtin quickly caught Ren before he could step away from him, pulling him flush against his chest. 

"Axton," Ren called, sounding stern but his crimson cheek gave him away, "This isn't the time." He whispered, his eyes returning to Axton's lips.

Axton smirked and pressed his hips against Ren's, biting his lip slowly as he heard Ren's soft gasp.

"Babe..." Ren purred, shaking his head.

They really needed to be out there, if the men didn't find their leaders, how were they supposed to March?

"He's missed you," Axton whispered huskily as he guided Ren's hand into his pants, drawing a sharp breath as Ren gently ran his fingers along his length.

"I do, too. But, you're injured, and we have a signal to find –"

"Tonight, Renault, when we return, I'm fucking you. Yes?" He hooked his finger under Ren's chin, gazing into his green eyes.

Ren shuddered, licking his lips, "Yes, Captain." He whispered as he gently stroked Axton a few times, smirking as he slid out of his hold. 

"Hurry up, Captain. Let's get this over with," Ren said over his shoulder and left the tent.

Axton groaned in frustration. This was the first time he was going on a mission with blue balls.

"You don't know what you've triggered, Renault. I'll show you just what," He grinned and picked up their bags, striding out of the tent. 

​The camp was settled, the plan was set, and the unexpected had already occurred within the tents. The stage is ready for the next day's dangerous journey.

Meanwhile, inside a certain tent, a certain dictionary sat quietly, tapping his feet on the floor with his long face.

Corvin had barely slept last night. He was missing his boyfriends.

Yeah, it wasn't the best time to think of them, but he couldn't help it.

He wished he were a soldier instead of a doctor, that way, he would get to spend time with them.

Rgys and Kael had stood guard at the same post last night, and he knew they were chatting without him.

Hevwaant feeling left out or anything. He simply missed them and wished he were a soldier. 

He suddenly lifted his face as someone walked into the tent.

"Sergeant?" He called as Kael tiredly walked over to him.

"Hey, Doc., " Kael smiled as he leaned down and captured Corvin's lips in a hungry kiss, "I've missed you." He whispered and stepped back to remove his coat and boots.

Cirvin smiled, "I missed you, too. And Rhys. Where is he?" He questioned, standing from the chair. 

"With Axton. Discussing movements," Kael answered as he dropped his coat on his bag, stretching himself. 

"So, was it good?" Corvin questioned calmly.

Kael frowned and turned to face Corvin, "Was what good?" He asked, cocking a confused brow.

"You had sex without me. You thought I didn't know? You two were so obvious, grinning like teenagers when you walked toward the vehicle," Corvin smiled.

Kael sighed, "I'm sorry. I... we just did. I asked him to, I was just so hirny and needed to... it was a quirky–"

"That's exactly what I need now," Corvin cut him off and slowly strode forward, covering the space between them as he slid his hands around Kael's shoulder.

Kael paused, narrowing his eyes, "Wait, I thought you were jealous?"He asked cautiously. 

Corvin scoffed, "Why should I be? You both are mine, and vice versa. We won't always be together, and no one has to feel bad or left alone. We're together, Sergeant, as long as you're getting fucked by one of us, it's cool. No fourth dick, promise?" He asked, gently pushing his fingers into Kael's hair behind his head.

Kael sighed, enjoying the massage, "Of course, Doc.," he cupped Corvin's face, "You should know it's not about dicks. It's about this..." he paced his hand flat on Corvin's chest, lowering his face to Corvin's ear, "My heart already belongs to my boyfriends. There is no space for another." He placed a kiss on the side of Corvin's neck.

Corvin drew a shaky breath, his heart pounding and stuttering, "Then, do to me what Rhys did to you, Sergeant." He murmured, his fingers expertly working on Kael's pants.

Kael held his hand, his eyes darkening, "Doc.," he whispered lowly, looking it knew Corvin's eyes.

"You want a quickie? And you want me to fuck you?" He asked slowly. 

"You can't do that?" Corvin narrowed his eyes.

"What? I dream of it, but I'm fine with –"

"I told you before, I don't mind getting fucked. It doesn't mean I break your limbs when I top you. For now, show me exactly how Rhys gave it to you," he whispered and slammed his mouth against Kael, pushing his tongue right in.

Corvin's tongue swept into Kael's mouth with a hunger that made the sergeant groan, the sound vibrating against Corvin's lips. 

The sun cast soft shadows through the tent and over their bodies, the distant hum of the camp fading as Corvin's hands slid down Kael's chest, fingers deftly unfastening the last buttons of his shirt. Kael's skin was warm, still carrying the faint musk of last night's watch and the lingering heat of Rhys's touch, and Corvin wanted to erase any distance between them, to claim and be claimed in return.

Kael broke the kiss, panting, his hands gripping Corvin's hips to pull him closer. "Fuck, Doc," he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes dark with want as he searched Corvin's face. "You're sure? You want me to—" His words cut off as Corvin's hand slipped into his open pants, wrapping around his hardening cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, drawing a sharp hiss from Kael's lips.

"I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Sergeant," Corvin whispered, his voice a sultry challenge, lips brushing Kael's jaw as he leaned in, nipping at the stubble there. "Show me how you took Rhys's cock yesterday. Make me feel it." His thumb circled the slick tip of Kael's length, spreading the precum, his own arousal throbbing at the thought of Kael inside him, filling him, binding them in this stolen moment.

Kael's restraint snapped. He growled, spinning Corvin around and pressing him against the sturdy camp table, the doctor's hands splaying for balance as Kael's body covered his, heat and muscle pinning him in place.

"You're gonna regret teasing me, Doc," Kael rasped, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Corvin's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a mirror of the bruise he'd left on Rhys. 

His hands yanked Corvin's pants down, exposing the smooth curve of his ass, and he groaned at the sight. "Fuck, you're perfect."

Corvin's laugh was breathless, his body arching back into Kael's touch. "Less talking, Sergeant," he purred, pushing his hips against Kael's, feeling the hard length of him press against his skin. "Fuck me. Now." His voice was a plea wrapped in command, his heart pounding with love and need, the ache of missing them both soothed by Kael's presence.

Kael snatched the small bottle of lube from his discarded coat—always prepared, the bastard—and slicked his fingers, his eyes locked on Corvin's as he teased his entrance, circling slowly before pushing one finger inside. 

Corvin moaned, his head dropping forward, the stretch burning in the best way. "More," he gasped, his voice trembling with want, his body already clenching around Kael's finger, greedy for him.

"Bossy," Kael teased, adding a second finger, scissoring and curling them with practised precision, hitting that spot that made Corvin's knees buckle and a broken moan spill from his lips. 

"Like that, Doc?" Kael's voice was soft, almost reverent, his free hand sliding up Corvin's spine, grounding him as he worked him open, slow and thorough despite the urgency humming between them.

"Fuck, Kael," Corvin panted, his hands gripping the table's edge, knuckles white. "You're gonna make me beg." His hips rocked back, chasing Kael's fingers, his cock leaking against the table's surface, the heat building to a fever pitch. "I need you inside me. Please."

Kael's groan was raw, his fingers withdrawing as he slicked his cock, the sound of it slick and obscene in the quiet tent. He pressed the tip against Corvin's entrance, pausing to lean over him, lips brushing his ear. "You're mine, Corvin," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, the words a vow as much as a claim. "You and Rhys. Always." He pushed in, slow and deep, filling Corvin inch by inch until they both groaned, the stretch overwhelming, perfect.

Corvin's moan was loud, unrestrained, his body trembling as Kael bottomed out, their hips flush. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his head turning to catch Kael's lips in a messy, desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth, pouring his love into it. "Move, Kael. Fuck me like you love me."

Kael did. His thrusts were hard, fast, each one driving the air from Corvin's lungs, the table creaking under them. His hand slid around to stroke Corvin's cock, matching the rhythm of his hips, his lips trailing over Corvin's shoulder, murmuring soft praises between thrusts. "So good, Doc... so fucking tight... I love you, love you both."

The tent flap rustled softly, unnoticed in their haze, as Rhys stepped inside, his eyes widening at the sight before him—Corvin bent over the table, moaning Kael's name, Kael's body moving with fierce, loving precision. 

Rhys froze, his breath catching, cock twitching in his pants at the raw beauty of them. He should leave, give them privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away, the love and lust between them pulling him like a tide.

Corvin's eyes fluttered open, catching Rhys's gaze across the tent, and instead of shame, a wicked smile curved his lips. "Rhys," he moaned, his voice breaking as Kael thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot. "Don't just... fuck... watch."

Kael's head snapped up, a grin spreading as he saw Rhys, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, each one deliberate, making Corvin whimper. "Lieutenant," Kael panted, his voice teasing but warm, "join us or enjoy the show. Your call."

Rhys's laugh was low, his heart swelling at the sight of his boyfriends, so open, so theirs. He stepped closer, unable to resist, his hand resting on Corvin's back, feeling the heat of his skin. "You two are fucking gorgeous," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Corvin, slow and deep, tasting his moans as Kael kept moving. "Finish him, Kael. Make him scream for us."

Kael's eyes darkened, his hand speeding up on Corvin's cock as he thrust harder, faster, driven by Rhys's words. "Come for us, Doc," he growled, his lips brushing Corvin's ear. "Show Rhys how much you love this. How much you love us,"

Corvin's moan was a cry, his body tensing as he came, hot and messy over Kael's hand, his release shaking him to his core. Kael followed, his groan muffled against Corvin's shoulder as he spilt inside him, their bodies locked in shuddering unity. 

Rhys watched, his own arousal secondary to the love flooding his chest, his hand carding through Corvin's hair, then Kael's, grounding them all.

As they caught their breath, Rhys pulled them both close, Corvin slumping against Kael, Kael leaning into Rhys. "You're mine," Rhys whispered, kissing Corvin's temple, then Kael's lips, soft and binding. "Both of you. No matter where this mission takes us. I will always love you two."

Corvin's smile was tired but radiant, his hand finding Rhys's. "We're a package deal, Lieutenant," he murmured, voice warm with love.

Kael chuckled, nuzzling Rhys's neck. "Damn right. Now let's go kick some ass, boyfriends."

They dressed quickly, stealing kisses and touches, the quickie weaving them tighter together, a sweet, hot bond to carry into the fight ahead. Rhys's eyes lingered on them, his heart full, ready to face the signal—and the world—with his loves by his side.

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